pointed fingers

This one is an old post I once posted on my tumblr blog.

I pour my heart out
To this cold, heartless being
Which does not speak nor listen
It neither stabs nor saves
It neither kills nor rescues
All my words are in vain;
I capture the scene of my insipidness
No living thing can hear me now
Not one can see me now
I’ve merged with the faultless guilt
that knowing eyes
and pointing fingers
have blanketed
upon me.

I can't remember why I wrote this. What I remember was that I was feeling really upset about something.

A collection of past poems (before I stopped writing) (4)

She sits
by the shore
sunset
across the ocean
a wisp of hope
lingers

-

Releasing
the balloons
upwards
to the sky
consoles
her chained soul

-

Little ballerina
on the stage
tricks the audience
into believing
she's an angel

-

Lies
facades
dress up
the world
with makeup

-

Kaleidoscope
colors
a faint
shade of black
such contrast
her life
with him
and without

-

Bird's chirping
outside the window
one of countless
nature's
true symphony

-

She
fell
a broken glass
he
came
picked up the pieces

-

The locket
dangling
from her neck
inside
a thousand twinkling stars
splendid sparkles
she keeps hidden

-

He brought
her guarded self
to the edge
of a cliff
and made her
jump

A collection of past poems (before I stopped writing) (3)

In the mirror
a true story
waiting to be famous

-

He had assembled for her
a dreamscape;
mosaic of rare gemstones
amethyst
her favorite quartz

-

The story of my life began
the moment you first held my hand

-

The letters piled on top
of an empty page
on her notebook, abundant
still can't find the courage
to arrange them into words

-

"Stay", I tell him
but even I can't prevent fate
from waking me up
and showing me
it was all a dream

-

She was
a page
left unwritten
to which he
could foresee the writings

-

The girl he curtsied-
she was
merely
a mosaic of
wandering thoughts

-

She was
a stone
only he
had the vision
to read the inscription

-

The words
clung hard
choking her
and still
she chose to die

A collection of past poems (before I stopped writing) (2)

Perhaps
I could save a portion of my heart
preserve it
until it remains
the only part beating

-

Remain calm
there's a better end
to this story
she will find
her missing glass shoe

-

Droplets of tears
masked by
raindrops
the angels
are crying too

-

You shimmer
from a distance
blazing hot
when near
sunglasses
should keep me cool

-

Sweeping diamonds
off the grass
sparkling in the sun
they keep falling
from the sky

-

Raindrop lingers
on a lotus petal
finding its way
dissolves
in the pond

-

Tugging the strings
of a ship-wrecked heart
washed up by the shore
in the end
he saved me

A collection of past poems (before I stopped writing)

The seconds it takes

for you to reply my words

is the most heart-wrecking

-

The sound of your laughter

infectious

-

I sweep the ground

and find poems

carved upon the stone

-

A thousand pictures

a thousand memories

I sit back on my chair

enjoying these flashbacks-

I am stuck in the past

-

When you said 'hi'

my heart jumped

and ran after you

-

A first meeting with you is a kiss to my virgin heart;

a red heart-shaped mark

planted by

your lips

on a page of my story

-

I split myself in two

and let my other half

bear the things I couldn't bear

collection of past tanka

I pick myself up
in the midst of foreign masks
I disappear
the past echoing in my tracks
as I reach runaway lane


-

I miss your presence
You, who never existed
just an idea
born in my wandering thoughts
in search of a missing rhyme

-

I am a blank page
not yet thoughtfully written
and yet, I'm nothing
but a shredded vintage piece
adorned with unread scribbles

collection of past gogyohka (2)

You are
a capital letter
a red stripe
a bold font
in my scribbled essay


-

I watch
as
stars appear
on each spot
where you touched the sky

-

The paintings
hanging on the wall
all smile
I hear
the humming beat of colors

-

If I fell

would you promise
to catch me?
I can't live
with a broken heart

-

Words

they don't mean a thing

when you look at me

with those smoldering eyes that say,

"I want you."

collection of past gogyohka

Let's sing
the words our hearts cannot say
let's hum
if we're too embarrassed to sing
but let's not stay quiet


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As the curtains fall
the stage closes
the audience leaves
a girl is tired of an act
she's been doing her whole life


-


I avoid
having my freedom
limited by
guidelines on sheets of paper
I prefer breaking the rules


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You tiptoed
in stealth into
a chamber
I call my heart
and stole it from me


-


Streaks of colors
dance in the night sky
cool mountain breeze
sweep dust from my cheeks
an angel holding my hand

sweetness

She seeks
a hand
that will carry her
and feed her
the fruits of love's sweetness

-

Sweetness
as the apple
breaks free from stone
to juiciness
by the strength of a bite

-

Perhaps
we can only truly taste
while we love
That even the bitterest coffee
would taste of sweetness

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Sunlight
through the window
The smell of
mother's baked fairy cupcakes
Sweetness